I would be a big, fat liar if I said I didn’t love (with a capital L.O.V.E ) Florence. I’m seriously ready to sign up and move. Rolling green hills, friendly Italians, the sounds of church bells filling the street air, the smell of orange blossoms at every turn, and vendor carts down the streets selling all types of goodies (including a ton of gorgeous leather!) all made me want to do the happy dance in the streets (and I kind of did.) Don’t judge. Florence took my breath away and I can’t wait to go back again soon.
The view from our room.
Mr. H pointed out that he was tired of me photographing. everything. imaginable. in. Italy. So, he decided, he was ready for a camera lesson which resulted in these of yours truly. He’s pretty funny. Obviously.